Filed under: Me

For the first time, since I was 16, I stepped into the DMV office and renewed my license. Matthew and Forrest went with me. It was the weirdest experience. Felt like I was in a subway station. Everything was electronic and futuristic looking. The counters were in a circle and had numbers above them. I took a ticket from this electronic ticket thingymabob and then sat down and waited until the freaky robotic woman came over the loudspeaker and called it aloud. As that happened it appeared on a television screen in the middle of the waiting area. Weird!

I told the lady my current weight which is 187 lbs. Didn’t even lie. My old license said 160. (my plan is to get back to that number during the summer). She didn’t say anything about my hair color which was listed as red (because at 16 I had dyed it with two boxes of Clairol – woops!) but is now an auburnish hue. So it still says its red, which gives me a great excuse to dye it again. Next I had to smile for the camera. It was a very fake smile, but turned out pretty good. I was shocked that I actually look pretty in my picture. My chin is another story. Pizza chin would be a great name for it. I sure will miss my old license. I was adorable in that picture. It was the only one I truly liked of me.

We have done so much today, that sitting down to type this was a nice relief. We came home to a message from our realtor. She said Sunday is the inspection. I was happy about hearing that until she said that we can’t be in the house. Where in the hell will I go at 5:30pm on Sunday? When its dinner time even? That really pissed me off. These soon-to-be-owners know that I have children and yet they want me out at a fucking godforsaken hour. Matthew will be at work, so he has nothing to worry about. Just me. I guess we could drive around for an hour.

Its just about time to walk out the door yet again. The in-laws invited us over for dinner at their house. Everyone will be there. Both of Matt’s brothers and all the nieces. Including Psycho SIL. Speaking of which, giving birth a second time must’ve calmed her hormones down. She is completely normal. Actually a bit beyond it now. Almost a freakish transformation into little Suzie Homemaker. I hate it! She is too nice, which seems fake to me. She volunteers for everything with family events and even takes in the ADD niece of mine whose visits she used to abhor. Just another reason to move. Psycho SIL can become MIL’s new best friend. I think for a while I was her favorite DIL, but I think I’m being replaced.

Anyhoo. I turn 27 tomorrow and I don’t give a damn. Even when I’m 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, and 80 I will still be like this. I will still want to act like a retard and pretend I’m Fire Marshal Bill or Beavis. I will still dance and shake it like a Polaroid picture. I will still go to karaoke bars and sing my ass off. I will do it all baby!

Because to me, age is just a number. I feel no regrets in turning a year older. It only makes me smarter than any 26 year old. Heehee! (Note: I left out 90, because I probably won’t live that long, due to what I read on Florida’s air being rated a C – where as Alaska was rated an A. Yep, that damn smog will probably kill me someday).

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That guy who looked at our house on Thursday and I still believe is single is a Veteran! I was right about him!!! The thing I wasn’t right about was that he disliked the house. He obviously loved it, because he put an offer on it today, for $122,500 when it was $119,900! And guess what else? WE FREAKIN’ SIGNED THE PAPERS TONIGHT!!!

What a rush this evening has been. Now we have to cross our fingers and pray really hard that the inspection goes well and that we only have to fix a few minor things. Oh my gosh!!! This is it. In a few weeks, we will be homeless! In a different situation that would be a bad thing to be happy about.

Tonight I look up apartments and in a few short weeks, Matthew wants to send me to Florida to find an apartment. I’m scared, but giddy. I can see my mom sooner, if this plan works out!
And, I just may see if I Dr. Kallman (aka Leilani’s *hot* ENT doctor) can look at my ears and give me something for the pain I get on plane rides.

As the Flashdance song goes “What a feeling!”

Filed under: General

I have a busy day ahead, but wanted to write in here before I leave. We have another showing today sometime between 2:30 and 3:30. Hopefully its a family this time. Families would be more interested in our home than single military personnel. There are 3 military families living on our street. They move here because its close to the Air Force base. The guy living next door to us, was military I thought, but every time I see him, he’s dressed in regular clothes. He is the only single guy in our cul-de-sac. He’s very nice, but each time he comes or goes, he stomps up the stairs. That is the only annoying thing about him.

I am going to miss the quiet-ness of our neighborhood. We’ll be living in an apartment complex in Orlando. Not something I look forward to. I hope we can find a place where its not too noisy and the area is nice. I’m scared we’ll end up in a crappy apartment with a violent neighborhood. There is a website on the net of apartment reviews. I don’t remember the link at the moment. Anyway, when I looked, every single place I viewed had something wrong with it. Be it, loud neighbors, violence, bad management, or a nasty apartment building. I pray our realtor can help us out.

Last night I started writing down everything we’ll be selling or shipping. We really don’t have that much to ship now, since we are selling it all. I think we’ll make enough money to buy new furniture. We have so many little things. Charging $1 to $2 per item will go a long way. Our moving sale will probably be sometime in late June. Thank goodness I don’t have to worry about *that* at the moment.

None of the pawn shops accepted my old engagement ring. I was going to sell it so I could buy myself some new clothes. A couple shirts and a pair of pants. If anyone remembers the story of how it came to be, I bought myself the ring when Matthew and I were engaged. He had a low paying job and I thought it would be a while until he could give me a ring. So, being the independent woman I was, bought myself the ring at a pawn shop for $200. The lady told me it was 1/4 carat. Matthew was quite shocked, but didn’t care too much. I told him later that I really had wanted it so other people knew my status. Hehe.

He bought me a beautiful wedding ring set last year on our anniversary and it was a wonderful surprise. Now that I have it, there is no need to keep the old engagement ring. It has very little sentimental value. The only thing I can think of, is I was married wearing it. I’m keeping my old wedding band though.

Matthew said he’ll take it to a jeweler and find out how many carats and how much its worth. Then we’ll place an ad in the paper. I think he might let me buy some clothes today. Old Navy is the only place that carries clothes that fit in my size. Wal-Mart shirts are so small I have to wear their Plus Size, which is NOT going to happen. I said goodbye to Plus Sized clothing, eons ago. I think Wal-Mart clothing models must be flat chested.

On the dieting front, I cheated two times this week. Bad, bad… I had lost weight and I probably gained it back. I haven’t weighed. Too scared to. So, hello fat. We meet again. I promise to destroy you this week. Summer is too close by to let you take over my inner thighs. I’m gonna kick your yellow blubber, jelly roll blobness, all the way back to the damn Twinkie factory. Hell yeah!

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Today was quiet. The “For Sale” sign was put up in our yard. Someone already came and toured the house (though I think he was single, military, and not interested – but he was definitely cute!). Our realtor Jennifer came over later and handed me the flyers for the house. The pictures on it are amazing. The lady who took them has some awesome equipment. I don’t think my house looks that good.

So…now its just up to whoever stops by and if they want it. Jennifer told me next Saturday is our “Open House”. Oh goody. I can’t wait to have a billion strangers walk inside and disturb my life. Not only that, but get my linoleum all dirtied. I hate our walk-in entrance. Whoever built our house did not have many brain cells.

Today I realized just how badly I need new jeans. I did a lot of work in them yesterday, raking leaves. I did a half-assed job though. It was too cold to do more. I just pulled the “peas-to-the-side-of-the-plate” maneuver. All the leaves are at the very edge of the backyard where no grass grows. It doesn’t look too bad I guess.